Becoming Indian: Memories of Graduate Student Life in the US

Several of my favorite writers are foreign-born Americans. All moved to the States at a young age. All are also coming from much more exotic places than France. Okay, I know that for many Americans the French are really exotic. But it’s only because the French people are hard to understand. Trust me: I used to be 100% French.

Back to my interest for people born elsewhere and living in the US.

When I was involved in the writing of my move from France to the US, slowly acquiring the language and culture of my new home, often through my children, I went through a mental journey, which tested my memory in ways I had not suspected. It was also almost frightening to realize how the passing of time has made countries much more similar and how cultural shock has decreased since the Internet.

Recently I read a post from a blogger who like me was born abroad – from a truly exotic place – and now lives in the States. For obvious reasons her words talk to me.

In this specific post, however, this is the power of memory and of the passing of time that I find the most interesting since I had traveled a similar route.

I asked BottledWorder if I could reblog this specific post. She said yes.

I hope you will enjoy Becoming Indian: Memories of Graduate Student Life in the US as much as I did.